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TDM 004: WASHED ASHORE

TDM 004: WASHED ASHORE


Arrival



This time, you come out of the water. While the Augur reboots, the Nameless Island's own inherent energy draws people in. It's like being suspended between realities and walking through a rift in dimensions. It may make you sick, or that might be the motion of the ocean, lifting you and carrying you to shore.

Waterlogged and covered in sand, new arrivals will be greeted by robots who welcome them with towels and bracelet devices. The A5 card is already loaded up. Inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each person's makeshift home.



I. Feel the friendship!



Recent arrivals and visitors to the beach may notice a sudden influx of hundreds of bright red crustaceans crawling (and coupling) across the sand. It's crab mating season, as it turns out, it's a regular invasion! To keep the beach a pleasant place to gather for the island's inhabitants, the robots are offering credits to especially enterprising crab-catchers. Grab a bucket and get to work! Be sure to watch out for their pinch, mind you. Their little claws are tiny, but that doesn’t mean they don’t hurt.

Surprisingly, there is another effect that even the robots don't anticipate: islanders who are pinched by the crabs find themselves feeling instantly buddy-buddy with the next person they spot. Did you just become best friends?! Get pinched one too many times, however, and those feelings may sour into a crabby mood, indeed.

If you are feeling particularly vengeful (or just hungry), the little crabs do make for delicious gumbo. Once cooked, they have no side effects whatsoever.



II. Phallus Phestival



Although the Augur is offline and supplies are scarce, the robots of Erku are still eager to make their run-down little island a welcoming place for the new arrivals. To that end, they have arranged a three day festival to boost morale and promote the generation of plenty of Eros energy to assist in the restoration of the damaged and decayed parts of the city. The robots claim that this celebration was once a cornerstone of the long-lost civilization of the island. By the dawn of the first day, every island resident will find at their doorstep (or tent flap, mobile suit, etc) the traditional costume of the ancient islanders to wear to the festival. It appears to be... a giant sheet? There doesn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason to the sometimes garish colors and patterns of the fabric, but at least the robots have uploaded instructions on how to wear it to your bracelet device.

Attendees will find food (mostly crab-flavored), confections, and household necessities in rather suggestive shapes, as well as goods you might find handy to complete your A5 squares: sex toys, pervertibles, sexy maid outfits, and the like. While islanders are welcome to set up shop on the festival grounds and sell (or charge) whatever they like, all items from the robots are offered up for free to those who wear their traditional island garb!



III. Fireside Adventures



Each night of the festival is wrapped up in style with an enormous bonfire on the beach, where drinks, fruity cocktails, and lively music appropriate for dancing is all provided at no cost by the robots. Even if you’re not usually much of a dancer, the longer you stand by the fire and allow it to warm your limbs, the more you feel like moving! Not only that, but everyone is looking quite beautiful by the firelight, are they not?

If you’ve grown tired - or if dancing just isn’t your thing - you might prefer to sit back and swap stories on one of the many driftwood log benches the robots have prepared for seating. Or, maybe you’d prefer to rough it for the night in one of the beachside canvas tents. Better claim one quick, though, or be prepared to share… there’s only one sleeping bag!


N A V I G A T I O N



skullmish: (2)

Ryuji Sakamoto | Persona 5

[personal profile] skullmish 2020-08-19 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[OOC: NOTE, please no spoilers from potential castmates for the end of palace 3 on! I'm still working my way through the game and haven't gotten further than that yet, so that's where Ryuji here has been pulled from. If youd like to do a wildcard or plot something, hit me up through DMs or on plurk at [plurk.com profile] winterbolt!]

1) CRABS

[At this point, Ryuji is just trying to make heads or tails of what's going on. The last thing he remembered was celebrating the Phantom Thieves' last big win, his biggest concern otherwise being Makoto negging him to study for exams (which he still hadn't done, really...beyond the rare instances he'd do so with Ren there for moral support). Now he's...here, somewhere, having recently woken up half in, half out of the surf before being startled conscious by an overly friendly welcoming robot.

And that would be weird enough...if it weren't for the crabs. Oh, god, the crabs.]


The hell...ch-hey! Watch it!

[Said to a crab that's suddenly clambered over one of his shoes in a mad dash to get elsewhere, but thanks to Ryuji lifting his foot, what does the crab do? It scuttles further up his shoe, a claw catching on his sock before the other wheels around and pinches him good and hard in the ankle. He manages to shake it off with a growl of pain before it can get too pinch happy, the thing falling on its back and flailing for a minute before scurrying away.

Whoever was just standing there gets the brunt of the side-effects that Ryuji obviously isn't aware of, a weird twinkle of recognition and familiarity in his eyes.]


Did you see that, dude? These things are frickin' everywhere!

2) It's just dicks

No way. I ain't doin' this.

[How is this supposed to be at all...welcoming, exactly? Not that Ryuji is really a good example of someone who would be tolerant of this sort of thing but uh, yeah...he walks past a stall that is just completely full of quite phallic toys and the like before he walks past faster, skidding to a stop near a stand with those aforementioned sexy maid outfits on display.

Doesn't mean there isn't a candy stall in his peripheral that is gleefully displaying a ton of extremely suggestively shaped candies and confections. Someone near him might hear him mutter with his hands deep in his pockets, trying to keep his gaze forward.]


What kinda festival is all this anyway?

3) Fireside Adventures

[The end of the festival is far more tolerable. It feels like an actual beach party, which Ryuji likes. He'd much rather be spending his time doing this than going through those stalls some more. He's definitely probably gotten his hands on a cocktail that isn't virgin, but who's going to stop him, the robots? Or maybe somebody who knows him, and knows he's underage. But for now he's just going to enjoy the opportunity to indulge while there are no adults or teachers or anyone to tell him no.

So he's maaaybe a little bit tipsy by the time it's time for bed and he's headed over to the first tent he sees and assumes is empty. Only for him to poke his head in and see someone else already there.]


...'ey man. I saw this tent first.

[He did not.]
keichan: (071)

keiichi maebara | higurashi no naku koro ni

[personal profile] keichan 2020-08-19 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ I - I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S NOT PENIS ]
[ As far as festivals go, this one sure has a lot more dicks in it than he was expecting. If the poor villagers in Hinamizawa saw these candy dongs, some of those poor, sweet old ladies might have heart attacks. Heads would definitely roll.

Also, he's a rarity at this festival in that he managed to talk a robot into whipping up something not dick-shaped, though oppai pudding might only be marginally better. Still, he seems pretty proud of it, even if he's barely made a dent in it.

He's in a bright, friendly mood, probably because not too long ago, he was getting to know what it feels like to get his fingers pinched by angry crabs. It helps distract him from being homesick, if nothing else. He's eyeing the maid costumes in particular—a purely aesthetic interest, mind you—when he notices someone else looking at them along with him. ]


So... are you gonna try something on? I think that one over there really suits you!

[ Someone get this dumb teenager away from the costumes, please. ]

[ II - YOU CAN DANCE IF YOU WANT TO ]
[ As energetic as Keiichi is, he's not really one for dancing. He's never even done it before, for one thing. So, despite the almost overwhelming urge to get up and move around, he stays seated with some other like-minded individuals around the fire, casually exchanging stories. What it's like where each of them come from, how this world is different from the one they're used to, what the hell was up with all of those dick-shaped foods... that sort of thing.

He looks at his bracelet pensively a few times during the conversation, wondering if it's true what they say about this 'eros energy.' His stomach is tied in knots, his cheeks a soft shade of red that's thankfully masked by the warm glow of the fire. This is all a lot for him to process. He considers himself pretty mature when it comes to a lot of things, but when it comes to sex... hell, he's never even had a girlfriend before. That normally bond, confident demeanor of his dissolves away into self-consciousness, and during a lull in the conversation, he turns to someone, trying his best to put on a brave face. ]


So, um... have you done any of this stuff before? Sorry... I know that's a weird question...

[ What he's hoping for is probably some advice... or maybe just someone to commiserate with. ]

[ III - OBLIGATORY NETWORK PROMPT ]
[ text; un: k1 ]
i'm still trying to settle in. does anyone know of a place where i can stay? i don't have any credits, but i can help out with housework or manual labor.

you probably shouldn't ask me to cook anything, though.

[ OOC ]
[ trying this again. keiichi is 16 years old, so please be advised! his preference is m/f but twenty credits is twenty credits. more importantly, i've made an opt-in post here. unless you comment to it or otherwise express an interest to me directly, things will be kept strictly pg-13 (albeit possibly a very tasteless version of pg-13). ]
shangrilady: (pic#14175702)

[personal profile] shangrilady 2020-08-19 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Elle stares blankly for a moment. Blinks a few times. ]

Holy shit. Holy shit!

[ Apologies if that offends your delicate sensibilities, Garma. Elle drops her tongs - careful not to upset her crab bucket, though. ]

You're uh... alive. Wow. And here.
birthrighted: (pic#11664334)

[personal profile] birthrighted 2020-08-19 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ More than anything, Valko seems amused by the offense he's caused. Probably he doesn't care whether he's angered this person or not. He's used to angering people. ]

Not at all. There is a great amount of ceremony involved in greetings usually.

[ He shrugs, as if it doesn't matter. And it doesn't, in this place. He's not royalty of any import here. ]

Kind of nice to have the change, honestly.
justiceobjects: (C; s-so cool mr wright)

[personal profile] justiceobjects 2020-08-19 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
That makes two of us.

[Apollo's face is starting to turn a little red, but he's at least grateful that he won't have to sit down and give Phoenix the whole 'welcome to sex island' talk. That was one silver lining to all of this.]

It's not a joke, though I really wish it was. There's not a whole lot out in the city, so the A5 cards are, uh, one of the few ways we have of requesting resources. The robots and the Augur don't seem to respond to anything else.

[And sure, Apollo managed to make that explanation completely professional, but he's still a little too embarrassed to meet Phoenix's gaze now.]
torso: (Default)

Julian Chase | gen:LOCK

[personal profile] torso 2020-08-19 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
nulla. arrival.
          closed prose.

[ Chase winds up with hazy impressions of washing ashore, head pounding and everything else hurting in a way that it really, really shouldn't be for far too many reasons. He slips in and out of consciousness, trying to find the settings for his pain modulators in between instances and finding it impossible. In fact, he can't access any of his files, but can't focus well enough to understand why.

The clearest memory he holds of his arrival is a robot helper coming over to him, and that's only because Chase remembers mistaking it for someone else, asking Caliban when he went and changed up his look. He thinks he passed out again before getting his answer.

It takes some quick action for him to get sorted out, robots needing to ferry him to the hospital in order for him to stabilise enough to move to his final destination. Once there, he awakes to a sight that is both familiar and not, the scenery beyond his immediate foreground proving a strange landscape that he's all too curious about. It takes the better part of an evening to recover and reflect on his new situation, moving past the shock of a situation he thought impossible and learning largely of what's going on from the bracelet that someone fitted to his wrist while he was out. ]



i. never been kisssed pinched
          bracelet must be worn by characters in order to interact with chase

[ By the day after his arrival, he's got the hang of things as he needs to use them, and makes his way to the beach with hopes to thank the robot who got him to safety. He winds up unsuccessful on that front, but sticks around the beach anyway, wandering around with little purpose. Those who see Chase might not think much of the uniform clad man at first, but if they look for just a moment longer, they'll notice something very peculiar about him.

He's not really there.

There's a projection of a man walking the beach, leaving no footprint in his stead and unconcerned by the crabs clipping through his feet, though he often tries to step around them anyhow if he sees one coming his way. He's not entirely opaque, the bright light of day making it all the more apparent, clouds and waves easily seen through him.

As if feeling the gaze upon him, Chase turns and meets eyes. He smiles and offers a two-finger salute, casual as can be. ]
Hey. You know what's up with all these crabs?


ii. phallus proFANity
          bracelet must be worn by characters in order to interact with chase

[ Chase looks strangely suited in the bright colours of the flashy festival, parts of his uniform glowing as a substitute for being unable to wear the toga someone had attempted to provide him. He's been wandering around, doing his best to follow the flow of foot-traffic, but occasionally apologising to people as his shoulder or elbow phases through them harmlessly.

He's shown no interest in taking anything from the stalls, unable to touch anything anyway, though he's clearly entertained by the events, if his expression is anything to go by.

A shopkeeper addresses him, telling him that there's just the thing he needs to cool off when things get a little hot. Or make them hotter, if he's feeling too cool. He's about to protest, saying that he really can't, and not because he doesn't want their generosity, but — he realises the shopkeep has sent him a file.

He opens it, and not a moment later Chase has a paper fan in the shape of a fat phallus in his hand, and a realistic looking dildo in the other. ]


Wowww, thanks.

[ This doesn't stop him from fanning himself for show as he resumes going about, especially because he can't put away either item. He's tried. In looking into it, however, it appears he can pass the file on to someone else. Time to see if anyone wants to take this off his hands, shouting out into the crowd as he waves the toy above his head. ]

Anyone want a digi-dildo?!


— iii. wildcard @ the hangar
          advance cw for graphic descriptions or links to graphic drawings. unlike the above, bracelet is optional

[ For those who frequent the hangar, you will find two new special somethings that are hanging around. The first and most obvious, is a blue and white four-story-tall robot, which holds a strange similarity to another currently stationed there. Those who know Valentina's purple holon might be able to place it as one.

The other is a bit harder to uncover, a tank at the feet of the holon, large glass dome atop it emitting a soft blue glow, but it's hard to see what's within it since the glass has fogged up in the heat. There's a shape within, blurry and dark, but may require some investigation to find out more. Come check it out? ]
tricksterious: (Onmoraki)

3 because u said so

[personal profile] tricksterious 2020-08-19 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
No way. I definitely called dibs.

[ Ren, is that how you greet your best friend who you haven't seen in months now...

Apparently!

But he's definitely sprawled out on the sleeping bag, clearly ready to relax since he's sans glasses. The full bishounen update, not that Ryuji CARES... ]
tricksterious: (Legion)

ii (probably spoilers sometime...MAYBE...he's very blase)

[personal profile] tricksterious 2020-08-19 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ At least someone is bashful, because Ren...IS NOT. He's been here longer, of course, so he's perhaps more used to the sex everywhere aspect, but also it never really embarrassed him since arriving.

He's hard to fluster. It's the five star stats all around. ]


Sure. I'm hungry anyway.

[ Just let him remove one of those edible dicks from Maruki's hands to take a bite. Being fed by Maruki is nostalgic...

...And he's being so casual it's hard to say what he does or doesn't remember (it's everything). ]
unvarnished: (Look here)

August W. Booth | OUAT

[personal profile] unvarnished 2020-08-19 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
ii. phallus phestival

[August has been to many festivals in his time, but this is something else entirely. He finds the whole thing intriguing, and is more than happy to put on the sheet toga style.

The food makes him laugh. Of course he immediately gets whatever happens to be dick-shaped and sticks it in his mouth]


iii.a. fireside adventures, storytelling

August sets himself down by the fire. "You know, bonfires are a perfect place for stories. Anyone got a good one or should I start?" His audience would quickly pick up how eager he was to hear and/or tell a story.

iii.b. fireside adventures, dancing

[August doesn't really need the encouragement of a fire to get him dancing, but it certainly helps. He is also going to grab someone and dance with them]


wildcard

[magical option I didn't mention. August is open to anybody, sexytimes or otherwise]
birthrighted: (pic#11664329)

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[personal profile] birthrighted 2020-08-19 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Valko does not really seem bothered by all the phallic objects, but he could also be good at just putting on a face. Maybe both though. Either way, it's kind of amusing to watch people, the guys especially, grow increasingly uncomfortable as they walk through the stalls and see all the goodies.

The food is harmless he thinks. Yeah it's shaped funny, but just bite it and it'll be over with (of course you will still look like you're biting a dick). ]


A fertility festival, obviously.

[ He answers even though he's not really being addressed. ]
dreamofrain: art by sasakura joshi (shadows play in the shape of desire)

operator 6o - nier automata

[personal profile] dreamofrain 2020-08-19 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ i - tout à l'heure, mon poisson! au revoir! ]
[ Look, she has a lot of questions about where she is and what she's doing in this strange place, but someone handed her a bucket and told her to catch crabs and while that someone was a strangely friendly Machine Lifeform, her protocols made her generally more prone to being agreeable and accepting of commands from confirmed friendly units, even if they weren't androids. Well, at least that's what she'd say if any other YoRHa unit caught her out here chasing after crabs and trying, unsuccessfully, to grab them.

Besides, she was sure there's be plenty of time to question the whole "why" of everything later! Probably! Well. She hoped so at least.

More importantly than that, she was on the surface of a planet, on an island, overlooking the sea, surrounded by what all of her sensors were telling her was real, organic life. Not a simulation, not just a 3D holographic image, but the real thing. And it was... kind of overwhelming.

She stood there, the water rolling into her ankles, bucket in hand, just overlooking the horizon in reverent awe. It was... amazing.

And she didn't even notice the crab that was about to pinch her ankle. ]


Ouch!

[ So much for having an introspective moment to contemplate the true beauty of existence outside of the Bunker. ]

Rude little thing...

[ ii - yorokobi todorokasero kyouki ranbu~! ]
[ 6O had a lot of data stored on the various festivals of human civilization, but she still found herself confused. Mostly that this seemed to be a mix of things she had data on, a collage of different ideas that, at least on Earth, were born of different cultures from places that never formally interacted. She could, at least, draw up information on how to wear the aforementioned garment... though she chose to wear it over her YoRHa Operator Uniform, since she had no reason to remove it at the moment. Honestly, she still hadn't really taken any time to fully digest where she was, or what all of this meant.

Her sensors, after all, were still telling her this was real, that this wasn't part of some virtual space, and that she wasn't anywhere close to the Bunker, her permanent home unable to be located by any signals sent out.

It was when she started looking at the festival goods that she realized she'd never actually looked at the A5 card on her bracelet, and now the Machine Lifeforms' use of the term "eros energy" was making way more sense.

White hot embarrassment flushed over herself and she decided maybe it was best to head back to the beach now that it wasn't so full of crabs. She turns on heel to move towards it, but doesn't quite look where she's going and bumps into someone.

Of course that would normally knock a girl her size back or over, but as a YoRHa operating unit, she weighed close to 320 lbs. ]


Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! [ Whether the person she crashed into was sent back or to the floor, she was quick to try and help them back up. ]

I am SO so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going! Are you okay?!

[ iii - it's wonderful, isn't it? ]
[ Finally, she has a moment to just sit in one of the tents, looking out a slit to just watch the ocean as the sun set over it, casting the sky in a brilliant array of colors that she'd only ever witnessed in digital images before, finding herself oncemore overwhelmed by the sheer reality of it. She wanted to question all of it, but the tremendous weight of the reality still couldn't quite be processed. The why and how of her being there seemed still so far away from her, thoughts drifting from her grasp as every other part of her was just consumed by being someplace that wasn't space, that wasn't the Bunker.

It was when she finally noticed that she wasn't alone that her reverie was finally broken, veiled face turning towards the other person with a blush and a nervous laugh. ]


S-sorry, I didn't see you come in... I must have been spacing out. It's all a lot to take in, you know?

Ah, but... there only seems to be one sleeping unit here. I should probably go outside.

[ YoRHa androids, after all, only used beds as an imitation of human behavior. She didn't need to sleep in anything comfortable. ]

[ wildcard ]
[ got an idea that doesn't fit with these prompts? hit me up! i'm always down for something wild! ]
instrumentalized: (stress; smug; in control)

[personal profile] instrumentalized 2020-08-19 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Thanks, that's... that's... not exactly the greatest thing to hear, but alright, he'll roll with it. He's just going to push back his hair and try to look calm and composed and not at all offended by being ex-dead.

Yes. This is all fine. ]


So it appears. I am as surprised as you are, on both fronts, but who am I to question a continued chance at living?
instrumentalized: (awe; char is showering)

[personal profile] instrumentalized 2020-08-19 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's uncanny. Different in clothes, hairstyle, even body type... and yet he recognizes that jawline, every inch of face that he can see. How many hours has he spent staring at Char, committing every piece of him to memory with greedy eyes? It's him and yet it isn't him and Garma just doesn't understand how this topsy-turvy world came to be in which his Char is missing and this person exists. It's a future he has no part him and he's catching a glimpse of it against every law of the universe. It's a forbidden sight he's laying his eyes on, and it makes him feel uneasy.

Garma goes silent for a long moment, simply staring at the screen with his eyes wide open. ]


... the second coming. I...

[ He swallows hard. ]

I see why they call him that.
videnije: (i might like you better baby)

w i l d c a r d

[personal profile] videnije 2020-08-19 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she's here because of her own holon, of course. she may not be able to upload into it for the time being, but she wants to make sure it's ready. in case it becomes necessary, or she's able to.

so, when she steps into the hanger, and sees the chaser model next to wraith, her eyes go wide just the slightest bit. of the people she'd entertained arriving from home - mainly yas or kazu - chase had not crossed her mind much.

but the holon was powered down, not moving. that give her a moment of panic until she looked it over in full - and spotted the fogged-over tank in front of it.

... it couldn't be.

she steps cautiously through the hangar, stopping in front of the tank at the feet of the mech. she raises her hand, hesitating. she thinks of driana practicing her horrible songs in the bedroom next to theirs -

shakes her head a little, presses her fingers to the glass to wipe the condensation away. ]


Chase?
karintous: (now she's fallen to her knees)

Ace Attorney | Ema Skye

[personal profile] karintous 2020-08-19 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ i. gestures to crab is this friendship?? ]

[ There's a lady in a lab coat scuttling around on the beach. When she spies a crab that looks like it could be easy prey, she pounces! And misses, plowing into the sand in a fine eruption of sand. Undeterred, she tries again and again, her already stormy expression managing to get darker (and sandier) with every fumbled catch and pinchy claw. ]

As if things couldn't get worse! First I wash up on some sci-fi fetish backwater, and now this. Crab-hunting for robots! Next they'll want me to take out their-- yeowch!

[ Yet another crab manages to pinch her. She snaps. ]

Gyyyaaaaaargh!!

[ In a massive effort, she shovels her hands into the sand and heaves it all up in a big shower -- along with all the little crabs that happened to be lounging there. Hopefully no one was standing too close, or they might get blinded by a cloud of sand and crabs... ]
torso: (Default)

[personal profile] torso 2020-08-19 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His eyes are closed, and breaths are coming at an even rhythm. The implants at his hairline glowing bright blue in a way they hadn't been the last time she'd had an opportunity to look within the tank, indicating his neural patterns were active, but busy elsewhere.

It's Chase in there, unmistakably.

What it also is, is a case of remarkably good timing. He'd just finished up on a jaunt around, trying to make sense of some of the different places he could get to, before deciding to head back in and take a break, maybe see if some of his music was still uploaded into his unit.

When he opens his eyes to see Valentina standing beside him, he visibly startles, before a smile lights his face. From the angle he'd been placed at, Chase had not been able to see her holon, and had no clue she was even here. ]


Boy, Valentina, am I glad to see you.
karintous: (and then she twirled into the arms)

wiener world..........

[personal profile] karintous 2020-08-19 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ema has her own jumbo-sized bag of what looks like small, crunchy-looking phallus snacks, but she manages to hold onto it as she stares wide-eyed at her old friend and savior over his very enthusiastic armful of penises. ]

M-M-Mr. Wright?!

[ She clutches the neck of the snack bag in surprise as she might have done her science purse. While she's wearing the green toga she was given to score free eats, her customary lab coat still sits over it. Give her a moment, she just has to... stare a little. ]
smoakshow: sᴇᴀsᴏɴ (ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs sᴀɪᴅ ғᴀʟʟ ᴡᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ)

( another night another party )

[personal profile] smoakshow 2020-08-19 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
( oddly enough, the one person mia wants to turn to and tell about the actual tackiness of this island is her brother. he’s also the one person she doesn’t want to see here. talk about the ew factor. she scrunches up her nose coincidentally, drink in hand that she procured by flashing a smile and laying on the charm, and then vanishing into the crowd. she doesn’t intend to rebuff the young woman next to her so wordlessly, which is why she speaks up. )

You want to dance? ( they've been abducted, effectively trapped, more or less handed a bingo card with eyeroll-worthy acts all over it, and she wants to dance? she remembers the flashing lights, the ritzy parties, champagne, and designer labels. she knows how to mingle, but she'd rather hit something. skeptically but not unfriendly, she takes another sip of her drink. ) Why? What's there to celebrate?
videnije: (fuck it see my money and)

[personal profile] videnije 2020-08-19 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the glow is what catches her attention other hand pressed on the glass of the tank. that had been what signaled that chase was no longer inside the body - his body, when she'd last seen it.

she still doesn't believe it, whispering это правда ты to herself, to chase, until his eyes open.

she actually startles a little - not comically, the way kazu or cammie might, but a little twitch of her shoulders that belies her surprised. ]


It really is you.

[ don't misunderstand; while the body appearing is amazing in and of itself, she's more amazed that chase is here at all. the yawning emptiness seems a little less wide with his presence. ]

When - how did you get here? The Augur is offline.
Edited 2020-08-19 22:48 (UTC)
pawper: (a silo of Pepsi)

1; crab pinching is magic

[personal profile] pawper 2020-08-19 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Chuckling sympathetically, Lys bends down and scoops the offending creature out of the shallows, easily holding the spiny body so that she won't get pinched as well.]

He probably thinks the same thing about you, miss, for standing in his ocean.

[Under normal circumstances, Lys would be scurrying around like crazy, frantically trying to scoop crabs into a bucket to make gumbo (and crab cakes, and crab dip, and crab salad, and—!!) outta them.....but judging by the campfire she's got burning on the shore, plus the verifiable mountain of empty crustacean shells littered around it, Lys has already eaten her fill (for once).]
smoakshow: (ɪᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ғᴇᴇʟs ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ)

( ii-b )

[personal profile] smoakshow 2020-08-19 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
( for a girl from modern origins, the pill isn’t any easier to swallow. mia would crush it between her teeth and spit out the residue if she could. as it is, she’s wandering through the festivities with everyone else, taking in all the stalls and their merchandise. it doesn’t quite ping her for the market in star city, rife with criminals and thieves, but she treats it with the same caution. all merchants are money-hungry, no matter what they happen to be pushing. her hands might not be bound behind her back, yet she remains aware of the bars closing in around her. she's lived in a cage of a sort for practically her entire life, she knows how to spot them.

she can’t even ask what oliver queen would do in this situation because she really doesn’t want to picture her dad, the hero or the man, involved with any of this.

mia might feel bad momentarily if she knew who she was talking to but as it stands, she scoffs derisively at the ( probably ) rhetorical question from the other woman.
) It's not about being practical, it's about cleaning the pipes.
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shrieks

[personal profile] jurisprudenced 2020-08-19 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ema's stare is returned by one of his own, as his brain computes which part of this should be most mortifying. This thought process is somewhat interrupted when he notices her salacious snack food. Hey wait a minute... had he missed those? Phoenix glances down at his collection, then back to her.

Oh, she's still staring. ]


Hey, Ema. [ Play it cool. ] Can you believe they're just giving all this stuff away?
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Princess Allura || Voltron: Legendary Defender

[personal profile] lioness_rampant 2020-08-19 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
I. Arrival (It was a three hour tour...)

[ Waking up face-down in the surf without any idea of how you got there is never an ideal situation. Allura is in her Paladin armor, thankfully, the seal of her helmet unbroken so no water has managed to leak inside, but she takes it off to breathe the fresh air as she gradually comes around.

What... what happened? Where are her friends? Her Lion? They'd been on a mission, and someone had been firing on them... Oh, it was the Alteans! They'd traveled into an alternate reality to follow the distress signal and been met with the Altean Empire. She shudders to think of it.

Putting the helmet back on, she uses the comm to call for the other Paladins, but there's no response. Coran doesn't respond, either, so she takes the helmet off again and raises her voice to call their names one by one up and down the desolate stretch of beach. ]


Keith! Pidge! Hunk! Lance! Someone respond!


II. Phestival (How very Freudian)

[ Look, Allura is a diplomat, okay? If it's traditional to wear a sheet, she'll wear that sheet and make it look fabulous. However, when she arrives at the festival and a robot hands her an ice cream (but penis-shaped), her Diplomacy face is clearly a bit strained. She can't turn the robots down, however--they seem so pleased with themselves when she accepts their gifts.

You might spot her giving that dripping ice cream a speculative look before just downing the whole thing in one go like it's no problem at all, or perhaps you'll cross paths with her later on in the day when her arms are laden with phallic merchandise that she was just too polite to refuse. She'll laugh sheepishly if asked about it. ]


This place has such... fascinating customs, does it not?


III. Fireside (Did anyone bring marshmallows?)

[ After the festival winds down for the day, Allura can be found on the beach enjoying the beautiful sunset and the warmth of the fire. It doesn't take much prompting to get her to dance, though. She's light on her feet, and will happily dance with basically anyone who asks her.

Later in the evening, however, she's tired after an eventful day. The sleeping bag she'd staked out earlier in the day is calling her name, but when she pulls back the flap, it seems someone else is already bundled up inside. ]


Oh! I'm... sorry. I thought this tent was available. Pardon the intrusion.


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Edited 2020-08-19 23:19 (UTC)
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[personal profile] torso 2020-08-19 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't remember it all too well, but I basically washed ashore?

[ Shrugging, he reaches up, placing his hand on the other side of the glass, against where she's left hers. Even if her surprise was subtle, he could see it well enough, see the tension in her that he might not have picked up on all that long ago. He definitely knows her better now, understands things that once were reasons for the two of them to butt heads a little. ]

I was pretty bad off, wasn't hooked up to anything like I am now. No idea what was going on. I don't even know when or how I got back in here.

[ His body, he means, but he doesn't pull his hand back to gesture at himself to aid in understanding. ]
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[personal profile] karintous 2020-08-19 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ema's brain stutters back into action when he starts talking to her, though a dazed look in her eye lingers. The comfort of seeing that Phoenix is here wars with the troubling image being seared into her mind of his face atop a mountain of unlimited penises. ]

W-Well... You've always been something of a pushover, I suppose.

[ She'll give him the benefit of the doubt. It's what he did for Lana, after all. She shoulders past her shock and smiles, glad to see him, awkward phalluses and all. ]

And you look great! You're so... groomed!